On the shelf are some nicknacks
wood carvings and tiny figurines
a snow globe
lovely things
lonely things...
my daughter came over and joined me
my son is goofing away
i heard someone say
"can you make something unique?"
I said, sure.
So here I am typing away
getting older with every passing day
and without my companion in life
for he is at work
but alas soon we shall be together again
until then...
books on the shelf...
computers in our hands
in the glass case
the figurine stands
silently
like a watching waiting
nomad
wandering solitary alone
dancing gracefully
kept tucked away
the dancer looks out at the world turned gray
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